War of Art

I don't do it for the money I don't do it for the fame I don't do it so I can see the bright lights Spell out my name But I'd be lying if I said I didn't wanna hear my songs On a jukebox In a jukebox kind of bar I guess I'm just another soldier Fighting the war of art And I love the pretty girls And how they sway in rhythm when I play And I'll take a free cold beer Every time they sit one on the stage And if that was the only reason why I do it Then why I do it wouldn't get me very far I guess you can't pick your battles When you fight the war of art It's hard to shine in a sky full of stars And still be who you are When you fight the war of art If a bullet was a song And this guitar was a gun I'd knock 'em dead Most nights it feels like I'm the one Up here bleedin' red And I ain't trying to hurt nobody I'm just hoping that my broken Puts some hope in another broken heart Yeah, I'm just another soldier Fighting the war of art It's hard to shine in a sky full of stars And still be who you are When you fight the war of art I don't do it for the money I don't do it for the fame